Chapter 40 Chapter 40: The Devil's Toll (Round Two)

A gust of wind flung black slag off the ground, slamming it into the pale-gold shield.

Vivian stared at the blank Water Wraith mask, chest heaving twice, hard.

"A hundred-thousand-strong horde."

Vivian ground the words out.

"You're calling those things out there crawling with high-dimensional tu...

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